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The Dusty Plains

Holding Steady Through the Storm

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

In dusty plains where silence breathes,
A cowboy mulls his hopes and dreams.
With leather worn, he shifts and sways,
Each moment whispers wild and free.

A list of trails that fate has drawn,
No numbers bound this life of roam.
The open sky, a canvas vast,
His heart, a compass pointing home.

Through rugged canyons, whispering winds,
His steed and he, a bond unbound.
They carve their way through sunlit streams,
In every heartbeat, freedom found.

As twilight bleeds into the night,
The stars will guide his weary quest.
No ties to hold, no weighty chains,
Just endless dreams where cowboys rest.